is the girl of the hour

the first page of my new journal (well the first page after i ripped out what i really wrote on the first one) bears the heading:

what i love about holli h.  

which is definitely a topic worth journaling and blogging about, because there is a lot to love. being my roommate/bff these last two semesters was not an easy task i can assure you. poor holli has to deal with my guff more than anyone else, my breakups, my rebounds, my existential/identity crisis, my blah blah blahing about classes/professors/people in my classes, my borrowing all of her clothes, my whining, my crying, my ranting, my needing attentioning. she does it all with a smile on her face, listening to me work everything out verbally, and throwing in the occasional necessary, "why do you care so much?"


oh holli. she goes above and beyond in everything. i picked this girl up from the library after 1 a.m. three nights in a row last week. she has amazing work ethic, but doesn't wave it around like many at our great learning institution. she is incredibly talented and always produces the best. it is impossible not to love holli. she is fun, she is funny, she is an outstanding dancer.

i love holli because she sings me songs and plays the guitar. i love holli because she always closes the lid on the toilet. i love holli because she can do a flip slide on the couch. i love holli because she is a true individual. i love holli because she played horses when she was little.  i love holli because she is genuinely interested in other people. i love holli because she is extremely perceptive. i love holli because she knows why stuff is funny. i love holli because she is eternally patient with me, such a good caring friend.

it wasn't an accident that i picked the bunk above her that fateful day in london. the girl changed my life.

  (a representation of our life attitudes)

i'm sort of obsessed.
but rightfully so.

thanks holls. love you forever.